On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me a partridge in a pear tree.

There are 92 known species of partridges, and all are actually ground nesters and

unlikely to roost in a pear tree.

It's a fallacy, this line, because this would be unnatural. They simply don't belong there.

Divorcing me at Christmas and leaving me rotting alone in a cold place where I didn't belong

was also an unnatural state of existence.

I was a sickly partridge, and this cruel new reality was the pear tree where she sent me,

where I didn't belong.

So I responded, as one does, under a breakup, both romantic and psychiatric, I chopped my true love up like I was fillet-flaying

flanked steak and stuffed her diced remains amongst the tinsel and ornaments around

our Christmas tree.

Welcome, Weirdos, I'm Darren Marler, and this is Weird Darkness.

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Coming up in this episode, it's a short horror story from one of my favorite indie authors,

John Allen, and as you can already hear, it's going to be a gruesome one.

This story won't be holly or jolly. It's the Twelve

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